Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

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Changing The Scores

I am a business consultant who values precision and clarity in my career. My work is characterized by its factual accuracy and attention to detail. I strive to convey complex ideas in a concise and accessible manner, and I am committed to producing work that is both informative and engaging. Whether I am writing code, copywriting, or content creating my goal is always to create a meaningful and impactful reading experience for my audience. 
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- Posted on 08/05/26
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The numbers tremble on the board,
small stars beneath a judge's eye;
a whisper shifts one guarded chord,
and second place learns how to fly.

The numbers tremble on the board,
small stars beneath a judge's eye;
a whisper shifts one guarded chord,
and second place learns how to fly.

A pencil pauses, then rewrites
the weight of every earned refrain--
turning losses into silver lights,
and doubt into a measured gain.

But scores are doors, not walls of stone;
they mark the path, not where it ends.
The truest tally, kept alone,
is how we rise, and rise again.

So change the numbers if you must,
let old conclusions lose their claim--
for hearts that practice, strive, and trust
can redraw the meaning of the game.
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Manipulation Is Extreme

I am a business consultant who values precision and clarity in my career. My work is characterized by its factual accuracy and attention to detail. I strive to convey complex ideas in a concise and accessible manner, and I am committed to producing work that is both informative and engaging. Whether I am writing code, copywriting, or content creating my goal is always to create a meaningful and impactful reading experience for my audience. 
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- Posted on 08/13/26
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A hand can move a shadow
without touching the light,
turning truth to folded paper,
day to counterfeit night.

A hand can move a shadow
without touching the light,
turning truth to folded paper,
day to counterfeit night.

A whisper dressed as thunder
can rattle every door,
while careful eyes keep smiling
and ask for something more.

The mirror learns to flatter,
the chain pretends to shine;
a choice becomes a corridor
with walls that call it mine.

But even buried instincts
remember how to rise--
the heart can name the pressure,
the mouth can unlearn lies.

So let the strings fall silent,
let borrowed masks descend;
what bends beneath manipulation
can break--and still transcend.
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The War Room

I am a business consultant who values precision and clarity in my career. My work is characterized by its factual accuracy and attention to detail. I strive to convey complex ideas in a concise and accessible manner, and I am committed to producing work that is both informative and engaging. Whether I am writing code, copywriting, or content creating my goal is always to create a meaningful and impactful reading experience for my audience. 
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Beneath the lamps, the maps lie still,
their rivers blue, their borders red;
a dozen hands command the hill,
while somewhere far, the sleepless tread.

Beneath the lamps, the maps lie still,
their rivers blue, their borders red;
a dozen hands command the hill,
while somewhere far, the sleepless tread.

The radios breathe in broken code,
the clocks divide the dark by two;
each brass pin bears a stranger's load,
each silence hides what men must do.

No thunder enters through the door--
only a cup, a chair, a name.
The war is measured on the floor
in distances too small for flame.

Outside, the rain begins to fall,
soft as a hand upon the glass;
inside, they lean above it all
and move the pieces as they pass.

At dawn, the room will lose its power,
the maps be rolled, the lights grow thin;
but somewhere, at that very hour,
the first command will settle in.
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So Fresh, So Clean

I am a business consultant who values precision and clarity in my career. My work is characterized by its factual accuracy and attention to detail. I strive to convey complex ideas in a concise and accessible manner, and I am committed to producing work that is both informative and engaging. Whether I am writing code, copywriting, or content creating my goal is always to create a meaningful and impactful reading experience for my audience. 
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Morning slips in, sparkling bright,
Polishes rooftops with threads of light.
The windows yawn, the sidewalks gleam,
The whole wide world steps from a dream.

Morning slips in, sparkling bright,
Polishes rooftops with threads of light.
The windows yawn, the sidewalks gleam,
The whole wide world steps from a dream.

A breeze runs laughing through the trees,
Washing the clouds and stirring leaves.
The river hums a silver refrain,
While sunlight rinses the night away.

Fresh shoes tapping, clean hearts awake,
New little promises ready to make.
Each breath feels clear, each moment keen--
A day unfolds, so fresh, so clean.
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The Perimeter

I am a business consultant who values precision and clarity in my career. My work is characterized by its factual accuracy and attention to detail. I strive to convey complex ideas in a concise and accessible manner, and I am committed to producing work that is both informative and engaging. Whether I am writing code, copywriting, or content creating my goal is always to create a meaningful and impactful reading experience for my audience. 
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At the edge of the field, the grasses lean outward, listening for footsteps that never arrive.

A fence holds the evening in a trembling line-- wood, wire, shadow, sky.

At the edge of the field, the grasses lean outward, listening for footsteps that never arrive.

A fence holds the evening in a trembling line-- wood, wire, shadow, sky.

Inside, the house gathers its windows, each one a small, bright thought refusing to wander.

Outside, the dark keeps moving, measuring the world with its patient, soundless hand.

I walk the boundary slowly, touching each post as if counting what remains.

Beyond the last stone, there is no map-- only distance becoming night.

And still the circle widens, not by breaking, but by learning where to end.
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Boards Don't Hit Back

I am a business consultant who values precision and clarity in my career. My work is characterized by its factual accuracy and attention to detail. I strive to convey complex ideas in a concise and accessible manner, and I am committed to producing work that is both informative and engaging. Whether I am writing code, copywriting, or content creating my goal is always to create a meaningful and impactful reading experience for my audience. 
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The board stands still beneath the light,
a quiet dare of grain and pine;
I raise my hand, prepare to fight
the fear that says the strength is mine.

The board stands still beneath the light,
a quiet dare of grain and pine;
I raise my hand, prepare to fight
the fear that says the strength is mine.

One breath, one shout, one sudden crack--
the world divides beneath the blow.
The splinters never strike me back,
but pain has ways a board won't know.

For wood is kind: it breaks, it yields,
it keeps no score, it bears no scars.
The hardest battles wait in fields
where hearts can answer who we are.

So train the fist, but guard the heart;
let courage learn what force can't prove.
A board may break beneath your art--
the living do not have to move.
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True Glory

I am a business consultant who values precision and clarity in my career. My work is characterized by its factual accuracy and attention to detail. I strive to convey complex ideas in a concise and accessible manner, and I am committed to producing work that is both informative and engaging. Whether I am writing code, copywriting, or content creating my goal is always to create a meaningful and impactful reading experience for my audience. 
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Not in the trumpet's brazen cry,
Nor crowns that catch the noon,
But in the hand held out to lift
A stranger through the gloom.

Not in the trumpet's brazen cry,
Nor crowns that catch the noon,
But in the hand held out to lift
A stranger through the gloom.

It lives where quiet courage keeps
Its promise, step by step;
Where kindness asks for no applause,
And grief is gently met.

The years may dim the marble names,
The banners fade from view;
But what we give to one another
Endures, and carries through.
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I Only Have Eyes For You
- Published: November 18, 2024
Beauty Found In You

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In the crowd where shadows play,
I wander through a world of gray,
But there, like sunlight breaking through,
My heart finds anchor--just for you.

In the crowd where shadows play,
I wander through a world of gray,
But there, like sunlight breaking through,
My heart finds anchor--just for you.
The bustling streets, the whispers near,
Fade to silence, and all I hear
Is the quiet pulse of dreams anew,
For every breath, I breathe for you.
The stars, they twinkle, not for gold,
But for the stories they once told,
Yet in their light, both soft and true,
I glimpse the constellations--of you.
The roses bloom, in hues divine,
Yet none compare to love's design,
No fragrant petal, fresh or dew,
Compares to beauty, found in you.
So let the world spin on its axis,
Let time unfurl and hearts relax;
In every moment, old and new,
My gaze will wander--just to you.
For in this life, where moments fleet,
Amid the laughter, joy, and heat,
There's but one truth to hold me through:
I only have eyes--only for you.
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Oh to have someone write a beautiful poem like that for me. It's lovely, truly lovely. Very best wishes, Ann.

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Expect Success
- Published: August 2024
For In Our Spirit, We Find The Power To Embrace

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In the dawn's soft light, a dream takes flight,
A whisper of hope, shining bright,
In the depths of the soul, a fire ignites,
Expectation blooms, reaching heights.

In the dawn's soft light, a dream takes flight,
A whisper of hope, shining bright,
In the depths of the soul, a fire ignites,
Expectation blooms, reaching heights.
With vision clear, and heart ablaze,
Success awaits, in myriad ways,
Through trials and tests, we shall prevail,
With steadfast faith, we never fail.
In the tapestry of time, our story weaves,
Each step we take, our destiny cleaves,
Embrace the journey, with courage and grace,
For in our spirit, we find the power to embrace.
Believe in the magic that lies within,
In every ending, a new chapter begins,
So let your dreams soar, and fears subside,
For in the realm of possibility, we shall abide.
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Change can be daunting, but it also brings new opportunities and growth. Here's to embracing the unknown with hope and courage. Wishing you all the best as well.

Warm regards, Jordan

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Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

Changing The Scores

Manipulation Is Extreme

The War Room

So Fresh, So Clean

The Perimeter

Boards Don't Hit Back

True Glory

I Only Have Eyes For You

Expect Success